Locks, Stocks, and Werewolves
Something roiled in the pit of Alvina’s stomach as Rayth wrestled a snarling Blackwall into the stocks. It wasn’t right, not after all the werewolves had done for Falton. The townspeople would have starved over the winter if it hadn’t been for the werewolves’ ability to find game when no other hunter could. Did no one remember? The whole town was turning paranoid! “Why punish all for the work of a few?” Brittany murmured to …